Last spring, I had the great privilege of being mentored by the poet Jan Zwicky at the Sage Hill Writing Experience, along with seven other extraordinary writers. For those two weeks, I sifted through a manuscript-in-process about my great-great-grandparents’ 19th-century migration from present-day St. Catharines, up the Niagara escarpment, to Manitoulin Island. Along the way, […]
Last spring, I had the great privilege of being mentored by the poet Jan Zwicky at the Sage Hill Writing ...
Yesterday, I drove north to the butcher’s to buy marrow bones for Mowat. They keep him busy in the wire ...
Who are you? I’m a forty-one-year-old six-foot-tall smart aleck from Winnipeg. Which is a city that always has a hat ...
I’ve been so busy, pushing forward into future work, and mentoring other writers, that I only remembered yesterday that my ...
Yesterday, I drove north to the butcher’s to buy marrow bones for Mowat. They keep him busy in the wire cage he’s been living in since June, unable to roam freely around the house, until his right knee has fully healed from his second leg surgery. On the way back into town, past the casino […]
Who are you? I’m a forty-one-year-old six-foot-tall smart aleck from Winnipeg. Which is a city that always has a hat in its bag but prefers a bare head and frost-plumped eyelashes. Which is a city that shivers on the threshold between practical and artsy. I write urban/nature poems, mostly, but also creative-non-fiction essays about trees, […]
I’ve been so busy, pushing forward into future work, and mentoring other writers, that I only remembered yesterday that my baby, my first novel, turned one this month! So, happy book birthday, Swarm! There was no party, and I haven’t posted photos on Facebook of the lovely turquoise cover smeared with chocolate cake, but it […]
J. once worked with a guy who had a theory that the school year could be divided into a set of days. September and October are Monday; November and December are Tuesday. You get the picture. This means that we are still in Monday morning for another week and a half. Which is fitting, actually, […]
Last night we launched the first-ever Writer-in-Residence program in The Pas, with me as the writer, in residence at The Pas Regional Library. The whole project is being funded by the Manitoba Arts Council (thank you!) and will take us from these unseasonably chilly (sorry, Calgary: no complaints here!) September days right through to Christmas […]
Who are you? I’m Aga Maksimowska. Some people call me Aggie, my mom calls me Agusia, but most of my family and friends call me Aga, which is short for Agnieszka. I was born in the Baltic port city of Gdynia, in Poland, which is part of the tri-city of Gdynia-Sopot-Gdansk, Gdansk being the birthplace […]
Last week, when J. and I were back in Ontario, we spent two hours one afternoon looking (in part) for gluten-free Worcestershire sauce. It seemed ridiculous, and yet familiar. Often, when we lived there, we would find ourselves setting out on hours-long missions to collect all the food and other items we needed or felt […]
We are about to embark on the 2500-kilometre drive back home, hauling our new (to us) three-person (or two people, and a dog) pop-up trailer and all the boxes pulled out of my mom and step-dad’s basement plus a few extras (my grandma’s strawberry cream-and-sugar set; my late aunt’s three-tiered cookie tray; the 1970’s yoghurt […]
Today is the third day of rain since J. and I arrived in central Ontario. When we took Mowat for a walk this morning, we could smell mould on the forest floor, and up the street, the house on the corner is covered in overgrown ivy. It’s like a rain-forest here, compared to the dry […]